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124 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 20, 2018
There was a brilliant surprise party here 3 months ago. I have been unable to bring myself to toss out the wilted balloons or to sweep up the confetti. I didn't want it to end. A celebration is just a way of begging the good things to stay. A false promise that we could always be just like this, a false promise worth clinging to, worth living in the aftermath of.
They all seem so anxious for my heartShe continues the poem with memorable imagery of the ways people are certain her heart inside her fat body will fail:
like it’s an unattended package at the airport
they are certain it is going to attack, my heart,The violent imagery of the bear mutilating her body struck me, and the tent pole’s weak structure emphasizes how fragile her heart is inside her fat body. Don’t forget, though, that Wiley is writing to people who “care” about her health without being medical professionals, people only making assumptions based on what they see.
like a hungry bear on a camp ground
ripping a zipper down my chest, cracking
my sternum like a cheap tent pole.
Unfortunately, we are not accepting Flash Fiction at this time.If you’re not a writer or working in publishing, you may miss the joke. Flash fiction is short and quick; Wiley’s suggesting that the sender either has a small penis or would be too quick in bed. She cleverly mixes form and content to take a literary look at dating.
. . . a lifetime swaddled in beige, skinless chickenThe poem had me in stitches because even though it isn’t mean, it does feel like a witchy curse for an unremarkable life full of “Great Clips haircuts,” “engagement photos in an apple orchard,” and “One-ply toilet paper.” Aside from the content of the poem, Wiley makes uses of consonance, assonance, and alliteration to her advantage: the t’s in “Great” and “cut,” the p’s in “ply” and “paper,” and the o’s in “photo,” “orchard,” and “toilet” all create sounds that work to create a poem that’s lovely to read, and not just for the content.
boiled, Kraft singles, steamed rice, and unflavored oatmeal.
I wish him a wardrobe of Polo shirts — tucked in.
She is endlessWOW. Rachel Wiley's collection took me by surprise in the best way possible. From the first poem, I was hooked. Wiley has a way of making her poems and sentence structures easy to read in a way that won't alienate any new readers of poetry but she also infuses wonderfully poetic imagery and wordplays that it made it an absolute delight to read. I loved how she allowed the collection as a whole to not lean into one specific emotion but just experience them all. There were lighter pieces interspersed in between longer serious poems, a laugh to calm your tears. And speaking of tears, I want to mention that a few poems made me cry! So GOOD. So good. I listened to the audiobook, which she narrated herself, and the combo was brilliant and powerful because hearing her passion, her intensity, just absolutely brought her already stunning and proud collection to life.
We are both so endless and unshielded
and weightless here
in my bed
Weightless
but not the least bit smaller
thank God not the least bit smaller